The veil above in their azure,
the carpet below in their damp brown,
and in thy sight, I see myself obscured,
where my dreams, they lay drowned.
Nature aging in their yellow,
those pines elegant in ebony,
and thy tunes dancing in mellow,
following my sense like a crony,
Sparkling dews in twilight ,
that guarding canopy in rich green,
am waiting here again tonight,
and inside yearns thy's face to be seen!